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Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bakery

bysilkstockingslover©

Summary: Lonely, horny bakery owner is drawn into lesbian submission.

Note: Thanks to Jedd for inspiring the story.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, Sophia and Wayne for editing this story.

Note 3: This story stands on its own, but if you want to read more BREE stories, check out the following (listed in chronological, not date published, order):


Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF (in senior year of high school)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bakery (a couple weeks after Neighbor & Chocolate)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: 30th bday (late summer, last weekend before going to college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Secret Santa (during her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Nurse (during 1st year of college & near the end of 3rd year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Cop (summer of her first year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college)

Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight (Summer job after college)

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BREE:

After the successful seductions of Katherine's mom, Nadine, and my black neighbour, Ms. Myers, I was addicted to seduction and wanted to push the envelope by attempting to seduce a complete stranger... here is that story told in the words of the slut I seduced.

LEANNE:
I sighed as I brought a new tray of fresh donuts to the counter. I felt all of my 40 years after working 12 straight 12 hour shifts. I had barely seen my two boys the past two weeks and when I did I was too exhausted to do much with them.

This was all 'The Bastard's' fault.

My parents never liked my husband. Said he wasn't trustworthy. They encouraged me to keep separate bank accounts. After all, they had owned the bakery first. I had balked at that at first, but thankfully had listened when they changed tack and suggested I have an account just in case something happened to my husband. Their joint accounts could be tied up indefinitely and would cause potential disaster to the bakery.

Something happened all right. The prick all but cleaned out our joint accounts when he ran off with a younger skank. I mean, it's one thing to leave your spouse, but what kind of ass leaves two preschool boys?

So, by working 12 hour days, and having the help of my parents, I was able to maintain the same lifestyle as I fought in court for alimony from my deadbeat husband.

My business was successful and thankfully I had kept all the profits in the account my parent's insisted I keep. That way, I could still indulge in my one remaining weakness: fine clothing.

The bakery was downtown in the business district and I wanted to fit into the high flying lifestyle of the rich and famous and did so through professional, sexy, designer dresses. Though the stress may have faded my youthful glow a bit, the hard work made my body the envy of girls half my age. And in a nod to my one bit of naughtiness, I wore fine silk thigh highs underneath my classy business attire.

Not that anyone got to see what was underneath. The workload had really taken over my life and I hadn't been on a date with a man since The Bastard left. There had been flirtations at work, and my lawyer was definitely interested in me, but I refused to be tempted by that juicy apple until the divorce was final. I sure didn't want an indiscretion with my lawyer to be used against me by my conniving husband.

That said, the lack of real sex, my fingers and my vibrator were no longer satisfying me, and was beginning to be a major distraction to me at work and at home. I needed this divorce done soon so I could fuck the hell out of my lawyer or any man I wanted.

I was drawn out of my semi-depression by the telltale 'ping' announcing a customer. Two young ladies, late teens, early twenties perhaps, walked in giggling.

"Hello, may I help you?" I asked, trying not to yawn knowing there were still five more hours before closing time.

The brunette stood demurely, twisting the ends of her hair, which I thought was odd.

The blonde, who seemed to definitely be the leader of the two, said with a smile, "I was looking for something sweet, and it seems I've found it."

"Well, this is the finest bakery in town. I have donuts, eclairs, cookies, well you can see the selection. Let me know when you've made your choice," I said, not used to having teenagers in the store.

"Oh, I think I know what I want," the blonde said as she stared into my eyes, as if hitting on me, "I'll have a chocolate eclair."

I ignored the thought she was flirting with me, as I asked the other girl, "And for you?"

The brunette didn't speak. Instead, the blonde spoke for her. "Oh, I told her she may have dessert later," stated the blonde, her eyes never breaking contact with mine.

It was odd, but I grabbed the chocolate eclair and handed it to the blonde.

The brunette took it as the blonde paid me.

"Enjoy," I said, like I always did. My baked goods were the best in the city and usually after someone came here once, they came again and again.

"Oh, I plan to," the blonde said ominously.

Curious about the relationship between the two strangers, I watched them go to a table at the back. I went to the kitchen to check the buns in the oven and pull them out. After buttering them, I let them sit and returned to the front.

I checked on the teens and saw that the brunette was on the blonde's lap feeding her the eclair.

This was a classy bakery in the heart of downtown. While I had no problem having two teenagers in my store dressed a little too slutty for midday, I sure didn't want them making a scene in my establishment.

I walked over to them and asked, "What are you two young ladies doing?"

The blonde looked up at me and said matter-of-factly, "My pet is feeding me."

"Your what?" I asked, hearing her, but not believing what I heard.

The blonde explained, "My pet. She is serving me now, and later she'll get her dessert."

Perturbed, and not wanting any of this in my store, I said, "I don't know what you two are up to, but you need to leave now!"

The blonde smiled, "Are you sure? You might like to watch this."

Maybe it was the months of no sex, or the fact that it reminded me of the sexy scene from the movie '9 1/2 weeks', but although I didn't want to admit it, there was something erotic about watching the one girl feed the other. Though the fact that it was two girls dampened the effect a bit.

Speaking of damp, I thought I could feel myself getting that way. 'Are you kidding me' I thought to myself. 'These two silly girls needed to go, and I seriously need to get laid soon!'

"Out!" I ordered firmly, "And should you come back, learn some manners."

"We'll certainly be back," the blonde grinned. She added, looking at me, "There are sweets yet for you to sample."

I shook my head, thinking the girl misspoke in her silliness, "I'm the one with the bakery, I don't need to sample sweets."

"Let's go, my pet," the blonde ordered, with a devious smile.

"Yes, Mistress," the brunette replied, subserviently.

I couldn't believe it as I watched the submissive act. I had been submissive to my husband, loving the feeling of letting go and just doing as I was told. I loved sex and loved having my boundaries pushed. My first time anal, my first time fisted and my one and only threesome while in Mexico with my ex-husband all were acts done through obedience to my husband. All were things I wasn't interested in originally, yet all three brought me intense pleasure and satisfying orgasms once I shut off my moral code and just obeyed and became a complete slut for a night.


Man, I needed to be a slut for a night... or an entire weekend.


I watched them leave, before returning to work, the after work rush about an hour away. I ignored the tingling in my pussy, knowing I would be using my vibrator tonight.

....

It was about six minutes to closing time later that evening after an excruciatingly long, busy day, when I heard the ping and sighed. I just wanted to go home.

I asked, not even looking up, "May I help you?"

"We're back," a voice said.

I looked up and saw the same two girls from earlier in the day... this time dressed in even sluttier outfits, as if they were about to go out clubbing. 'Man, when was the last time I went out clubbing?' I thought to myself. Tired, and wanting to go home, I clearly stated, "I hope you girls aren't back for more shenanigans. It's been a long day, and I'm about to close."

"No, no," the blonde said, shaking her head, "Katherine can have her dessert here now."

'Katherine,' I thought, I wondered for some reason what the saucy one's name was. She seemed like a Brittany or an Amber.

"OK, what will you have tonight?" I asked, hoping they would just purchase their items and leave.

The blonde said, as she looked at the selection, "Well, I would have liked a raspberry donut, but I don't see any here. Are there any in the back?"

I knew there were some in the kitchen and I nodded, as I turned to Katherine and asked, "Sure, and for you?"

"Oh, she'll have something a little later," the blonde said, again speaking for the other teen.

I took the money and said, "All right, I'll be just a minute."

"No hurry," the blonde said.

I thought to myself, 'Oh yes, there is indeed a hurry. I want you two out of here ASAP.'

It took me a minute to grab the donut, as they were already put away for the day, and when I returned I saw that the blonde was sitting at a table by herself. I handed her the donut and said, "Here you go, ma'am."

"Ma'am, I like that," the blonde smiled.

I sighed quietly. "I really should lock the door. Will there be anything else?"

The blonde surprised me by saying, "Oh no worries, Kat locked it."

I wondered why she would have locked the door, or when, especially when I realized she wasn't in the lobby. I asked, "Where is your friend?" I thought she wanted dessert."

"Oh, she's having dessert right now," the blonde replied, her tone dripping with innuendo.

Annoyed, hating when people brought their own food, or worse yet, another restaurant's food, into my establishment, I said, "Well, she really shouldn't have taken something herself. She needs permission to bring outside food."

With a loud and obnoxious moan, the blonde exhaled, "Oh, she has permission."

I sighed again... this time making it more dramatic and obvious. I thought to myself, as I went to check on the door even though she'd said it was locked, 'Something isn't right. Where's the other girl? They had better not be trying to shoplift. I'm not in the mood right now for stupid juvenile pranks.'

The door was locked and the open sign had been shut off as well. This annoyed me even more. How dare they shut my store for me? Who did they think they were?

I returned to table to threaten them. "So help me, if I catch you two...."

I froze mid-sentence.

I had found Katherine.

She was on her knees with her head under the blonde's skirt, which was lifted high enough to see the top of the thigh highs she was wearing.

While I couldn't actually see the oral devotion Kat was displaying, the movement and sounds left no doubt that the brunette was licking the blonde's vagina.

"What the hell are you doing?" I finally asked, stunned by what I was witnessing, shocked by the gall of the blonde.

"Katherine is having dessert. I told you she wanted it in here tonight," the blonde answered matter-of-factly while taking a bite out of the donut.

"She can't do that in here! Someone could come in and see," I said, frazzled and trying to stay in control.

"Why can't she? We locked the door," the blonde replied calmly, before adding, "Or would you rather it was you and not her under the table? I can arrange that." She snapped her fingers and Katherine crawled out from between her legs and looked at me, her face moist with juices.

Strangely, I couldn't deny that I was getting aroused just like this afternoon, despite the hedonistic act these two displayed. 'Fuck! I really need to get laid if these two young sluts are turning me on! Trying to maintain decorum and hide my slight excitement, I demanded, "Get out! And do not return!"

"Are you sure?" the blonde asked, with that annoying smirk again.

"Now!" I demanded firmly, shocked by the nerve of this brazen teen.

"I think we'll let you think about it. We'll be back another night, and next time you will get the tasty treat," the blonde said, standing up.

"Leave!" I screamed, furious.

Once gone, I couldn't help but feel I had soiled my panties. Somehow witnessing the voyeuristic act had turned me on.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I needed cock... now!

Deciding I needed to come now, I went to the kitchen, slid my fingers in my panties and began to rub my pussy furiously. My fingers not enough, I reached for a mixing spoon, pulled my panties to the side and slid the wide end inside me.

I closed my eyes and began pumping the spoon wishing it was a cock. My orgasm was building quickly when I was startled again.

"You couldn't even wait until you got home," a voice said.

I froze.

I opened my eyes and saw that the blonde was in my kitchen. Her phone was in her hand and she was obviously filming me.

"Get out!" I demanded, furious that she was violating my space and filming me, as I tried to pull the spoon out of me. Unfortunately, I had it at an awkward angle and I couldn't get it out right away.

"You sure?" she asked, amused. "I mean, I would think you wouldn't want this video to go viral."

I pulled the spoon out and snapped, "You're blackmailing me?"

She shrugged, as she hiked herself onto a table, "Call it what you want. I like to think of it as speeding up the inevitable."

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"Why were you fucking yourself with a spoon?" she asked.

"That is none of your fucking business," I snapped, not allowing this bitch to manipulate me.

"Isn't it?" she asked, all sing-song.

I wanted to slap that smug smile off her face. I walked over to her and said, "No, it isn't. Now give me the phone."

"Look, slut," she began.

"Don't you dare call me a slut," I said, venom on my tongue.

"Knees, slut," she ordered.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, more stunned by the order than by the reality that she ignored my demand to not call me a 'slut'.

"It was a rather simple order, Leanne," she said. "Knees! Now!"

"How dare you!" I said, shocked by her pretentious diva attitude, even as my pussy tingled.

She remained stoic at my anger, as she lifted up her skirt and revealed a shaved pussy. "Go ahead, my pet. Have your just dessert."

"You wish," I scoffed, even as I couldn't take my eyes off her glistening pussy.

"Your words say no, but your eyes and body say yes," she said, spreading her legs slightly further.

"This is ridiculous," I said, reaching for her phone.

Pulling her hand away, her tone got serious, as she said, "This is getting old quickly. Either get on your knees and eat my cunt like we both know you want to, or leave and I'll have Katherine finish the job."

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Don't worry about her," she said, as she reached for me, grabbed my head and shoved it into her pussy.

I was shocked, but the shock quickly shifted to intrigue as my nose was drawn in by her scent.

"Now lick, slut," she ordered, her hand holding me between her legs.

I definitely could have broken free; I definitely could have stood up and slapped her in the face; I likely could have grabbed her phone and smashed it; yet before my brain could even think about what I was doing, I was licking her pussy.

"Good pet," she moaned.

I couldn't believe I was licking this pretentious diva, yet I also couldn't believe how sweet and addicting her taste was.

Maybe it was the months of being alone, maybe it was the long hours, maybe it was how horny I was or maybe it was the dominant attitude of the teen, but I was quickly completely immersed in pleasing her.

I licked her hungrily, unsure of what I was doing.

"Slow down, slut," she ordered. "Take your time."

I winced at being called a slut by her, yet name calling also turned me on greatly and my pussy felt like it was literally on fire.

I obeyed and explored her pussy with my tongue, parting her pussy lips and getting a more intense sampling of her pussy taste.

She said, "That's better, my pet. I knew the minute I saw you this afternoon you would be having dessert between my legs."

That was ludicrous, I thought to myself, and yet recalling her first words 'Oh, I think I know what I want,' and the look she gave me, it did make sense.

I didn't respond, just kept licking... enjoying the taste, the forced submission.

Suddenly she lifted my head up and asked, her phone again filming me, "Tell me what you want."

I shook my head. "Please don't film this."

She sighed. "Look, slut. Either obey like the submissive pussy slut you are or I'll get my obedient pet to finish me off."

"But, I, um," I began to protest, but as I glanced down at her pussy I only felt hunger. I looked back up, defeated and horny and answered, "I want to lick your pussy."

"And you want to be my pet slut?" she continued to add on to the humiliation.

"Yes," I admitted, my face burning red with a mixture of shame and lust.

"Yes, what?" she questioned.

"Yes, I want to be your pet slut," I replied, too far gone to worry about how much more blackmail video she had on her phone. I needed her pussy, I needed to be controlled.

"And how do pussy munching pet sluts address their owner?" she asked.

I winced at the word 'owner'... it somehow made this submission more permanent than the wild act of the moment it was.

Yet, I answered, knowing what she wanted to hear as I had called my husband 'Master' many times in these situations and had heard Katherine call her 'Mistress' earlier, "Mistress," I whispered.

"Are you ashamed of me?" she asked, offended.

I wasn't; I was ashamed of myself. I answered, looking into her eyes, "No, Mistress. I'm ashamed of myself."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm licking a teenager, please tell me you're eighteen," I began, before worrying if I was actually breaking the law.

She smiled, "I'm eighteen."

"Thank God," I sighed.

"Continue."

"Anyway, I'm licking an eighteen year old's pussy, after hours, in my kitchen, when I should be heading home to my children. And I don't even know your name," I explained.

"Bree," she revealed.

"Of course it is," I nodded, hearing the name it now made perfect sense. She was definitely a Bree.

"How so?" she asked, looking curious.

"Well," I answered, "when I first saw you, your treatment of Katherine and your bitchiness, I assumed you were a Brittany or Amber, but now... now... Bree just makes sense."

"Interesting," she nodded, before she asked, "So, do you want to finish what you started?"

"Yes, Mistress Bree," I nodded, wordlessly and willingly burying my face back between her legs and resuming my licking.

"Such a good pet," she moaned.

I licked for a few more minutes, listening to her moans begin to increase, when she ordered, "Now focus on my clit, my pet."

I had avoided it completely, knowing that for me the clit was the trigger to eruption. I moved to it and began to flick it with my tongue.

"Oh yes, you nasty pussy slut," Bree moaned, "don't stop."

I obeyed, continuously flicking her clit, and as her moans increased I slid two fingers inside her wet pussy and began finger fucking her.

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